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The Stalwart
He sat there,
Away from every share…
Opulent he felt,
Libertine, under threat of no whip or celt…
He had fought a bloody battle,
For their freedom…
For the people, land and their cattle,
Against an irreconcilable and barbarous kingdom…
He hath engraved a history,
He hath led his men to victory,
With which his heart palpitated…
And his enfeebled body bled through wounds…
Stunned and numb was he,
For many men lay, bathed in red blee…
Then he cogitated…
What he hath done, was for guid…
He was a warrior…
A brave man, an exalted personage,
To his people a man of honor and prestige…
